The flower, waiting for the wind
To move with grace
Waiting for the sun
to open fully, to bloom at last.
Waiting for the bees
to be kissed so deeply
To be carried away.
To far away places, to bring happiness
somewhere, somehow in someway
Waiting for human eyes to caress her beauty
before she’ll be gone from here forever.
Shell ✨🐚
Beauty of flowers, all flowers.
You can read it as a metaphor as well.
We all are like flowers in the wind, rain, sun.
Blooming and fading away.